6.06.2012

I know my last post was only three days ago, but for some reason it feels longer than that.  Come to think of it, that may because today has been one hell of a long day.  All because of that damn picture...

Whitecrow e-mailed me last night.  It was a warning message containing a picture of me (from behind) at the library where I work.  He said a Proxy who's been harassing him for a few weeks now sent him the picture with a warning for me:  I'm dead in one week.  In other words, Kniferapist is starting to bring in a third party.  This does not sit well with me.

What really shocked the both of us, however, was that Whitecrow recognized the library.  He knows where I live, and apparently has family here that he'll be visiting for this weekend.  With both of us in one small town, I'm going to assume that Kniferapist is going to have a field day, so we've already started coordinating preparations.  Since Whitecrow won't be here until incredibly late tomorrow, we won't be able to meet, but we've arranged a rendezvous at the park where I took the pictures for my other blog.  Not in the trees, of course; we're not suicidal.  We'll be meeting at the baseball diamond, on the opposite end of the park.

Before we started this, though, I had to ask about a few of his comments that he's left on a few different blogs, talking about 'Father' like a Proxy.  Well, as it turns out, he got a little too close to the big guy on one occasion, and got himself partly hallowed/hollowed.  Now he gets a little reverent of the Anorexic Abomination from time to time, which has cost him quite a few friends.  He's assured me it never gets violent, though.  Still, I'll be cautious.

Yeah, gathering might be exactly what Kniferapist wants us to do.  But I'll be ready for him.  And so will Whitecrow.  We're not helpless.  Whitecrow has actual experience in fighting (or so he says), and I already know that I can handle this Proxy bum.  We'll kick Knifey's ass and send him back to the faceless fuck with his tail between his legs.

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  1. Just stay on your toes, Moral. stay on your toes.

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    1. Don't worry, Lucia. I fully intend to. =]

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  2. You'll be more than able to handle me if I do get violent, Moral. I'm not one for fighting, and don't plan on arming myself as heavily as you do.

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    1. Hm...fair point. I do tend to go a little overboard with the concealed weapons... >.>

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  3. A baseball diamond...

    You sure that's a good idea? Big, open field. Probably pretty lonely. Kniferapist gets his hands on a rifle and you're done for.

    Why don't you meet at a starbucks or something? Proxies aren't known to attack in front of many people... as far as I'm concerned....

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    1. Actually, there's a big Little League tournament going on tomorrow, so the diamond should be relatively safe.

      I still don't know if I'm glad my town is too small for a Starbucks or not. Certainly makes getting coffee a chore and a half.

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  4. Bring something nice and heavy to bash that poor fuck's face in.

    - DJ

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    1. Shh! >.> Don't go spoiling my uber-secret plans!

      In all seriousness, we're probably not going to hunt down Knifey. If he shows up, we'll kick some ass and take some names, but I doubt he'll be stupid enough to attack in the middle of the park with a crowd of protective parents and their children all around.

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